John volunteers

Miss Testone looked at John, and realized that he was staring at her breasts. She smiled seductively, and said "I'm sure you'll really enjoy yourself helping us out, John."

Returning his eyes to the floor, John continued to pick up his paperwork. "Ahhhh sure... I guess I could do it. You don't have any other guys spotting for you?"

Renee joined him and Miss Testone on the floor in picking up John's schoolwork. "No. So, it'll be you, Miss Testone, and the cheerleading squad." He picked up the last of his papers, as Miss Testone and Renee stood and handed him those that they had gathered up.

"Well, I'm so glad we solved that problem." the shapely teacher said. Renee threw her arms around John, and kissed him on the cheek. Her hair spilled into his face as she embraced him, and her breasts crushed against his chest. He shifted his books in his hand to cover his erection, as Renee broke her hug. "The girls will all be so happy!" she said smiling. Miss Testone put an arm around Renee's shoulders, and said to John "We'll see you tonight. Be at the gym 7pm. We'll be the only people in the school; no other practices are scheduled.

"See you then!" he said, as he exited the room, the classroom door slamming shut behind him. Walking down the hall to his locker, he still wasn't sure he'd made the right decision. He soon got some positive reinforcement about his choice, in the form of the cheerleaders he saw on his way to his locker. Almost all of them had been objects of his fantasies at one time or another.

Three of them walked down the hall, deep in discussion. Donna Vaughn, a tall, well toned girl with short dark hair, and dark brown eyes. She was captain of the girl's swim team, and a gymnast. John imagined all the positions he could fuck her in. Wanda Hall, a petite girl with large 38c sized breasts. Her red hair in sharp contrast to her pale white complexion. And Amber Tanaka, she wore her long, straight black hair in a ponytail. She was always on the honor roll, but he'd heard that she was a real party girl. Looking at the swell of her breasts under the gray sweater, he looked forward to "accidentally" copping a feel during tonight practice.

Finally reaching his locker, he grabbed his jacket, and waited for Kimberly Flynn. Kimmy, as she preferred to be called had been his neighbor since elementary school. She was another honor student, and already had been offered some scholarships. "Hi, John!" Kimmy said opening her locker. He shifted his position, hoping his hard on wasn't obvious. Kimmy, a brunette with wavy hair that ended just below her shoulders. She had a round, cherub like face, with high cheekbones, her body is not what you would find on the cover of Sports Illustrated, a full figured girl she's slightly overweight, with large round breasts, that bounce pleasingly as she walks. She was wearing a maroon turtleneck, with a gray wool skirt, and black pumps. Glancing at her legs, John could see she was wearing nylons. He quickly envisioned her in garters, stockings and heels and nothing else. A loud slam jolted John from his fantasy. "So let's get out of here,” Kimmy said with a smile.